shadows of you [#1]

days

you possess so many abilities. everyone seems to have so many.

and yet, i feel as if i have nothing.

the only possessions in my hand are of a brain that's smart although not smart enough, an obnoxiously loud voice that does not profess the correct words for change, and a songbird hidden away, too fearful to sing or go astray.

nothing bad but nothing good, nothing special like everyone else.

i am nothing but a girl who's too ordinary to be "ordinary", something too sad to be truly understood by so many.